Hearken the voice of reason. Racial venom is like social dynamite.

I've been doing some writing about the last days of apartheid, so far mostly for myself but hopefully some will be sharable. In the process I've been rewatching some movies on the subject and listening to music from the time. I was rewatching, Amandla! A Revolution in Four Part ( Read more... )

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I went down to the bar for beers and darts with the boys. They denied me entry. Said I'd been kicked out of the boys club because I'd been writing poetry. It's true. I hang my head in shame. This is the poem that led to my disgrace. It's still a work in progress, but I'm done for now (thank you karindira for the help and feedback):

Her SmileShe has a smile ( Read more... )